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RIAN POV

Together with Odran, I arrived at the posh restaurant where my father was already standing and waiting impatiently for us.

I was sitting here, in my black suit, in my BMW, but my whole mind felt like it had stayed at home in my bedroom.

"Are you coming?"

Odran stared at me questioningly and after I got out and threw the keys from my car to a blond guy, I tried to completely shut out my private affairs and concentrate on the here and now.

"Rian!" My father admonished me sternly and immediately approached both of us. "You know how important this evening is and you're coming in this cheap BMW?"

He stared at me as if I had just pulled up in a tractor and I immediately defended this old car with so many memories attached.

"You know exactly why I only drive this car!" I replied angrily and that's when I realized how angry I really was, not at him but at myself and at being so angry with Keeva to have encountered.

My father shook his head in disbelief and then turned to Odran while I glanced in the entrance to mentally prepare myself for the next few hours.

"Cathan!", a blond giant greeted my father when we had just entered the restaurant and after he gave me and Odran a quick nod, he ran ahead of us between the many tables and guests to take the stairs down at the back .

The further down I followed the other three, the louder the Russian house music rang out and the stronger the smell of cigars and vodka got into my nose.

How I hated such evenings!

"Rian, that's Anjelika. She'll be at your disposal all evening," one of the Russians addressed me with his awful accent and I reluctantly gave the brown-haired a fleeting glance before I then looked at Odran and my father, who were already getting up close and personal with their Russian hookers.

Odran sat down at the large round table, laughingly pulled the young blonde standing in front of him onto his lap and let her put a cigar in his mouth while my father exchanged ideas with the Russian who met us at the door chatted animatedly and also had his blonde on his lap.

"What good can I do for you?" Anjelika asked me softly and started playing with my tie with a smile. I looked down at her without expression and found that she was completely undressed except for her tiny red panties.

"Don't touch me," I said in a cold voice and she seemed to like it that I didn't respond to her immediately. She licked her lips the same way Keeva always does and pulled me by my hand to the table, where she sat down naturally on my lap, her breasts practically shoved into my face.

Had it not been for the years since my father had drummed into my head how important the Russians were to our business and that it would be a great insult to refuse their wives, I would certainly have pushed them away with all my might, but I pulled myself together, took a glass of vodka from her and drank it down in one gulp, just casually listening to Odran, my father and the Russians talk.

It was about weapons, about territories and of course first and foremost about money, which made me take a deep breath. I was glad I didn't have to deal with it too much anymore, although politics was basically just as obsessed with power and money, but at least there they didn't put naked women on my lap.

"Rian?" my father suddenly spoke to me and looking at him I noticed that all the other men were looking at me at the same time.

"So?" he wanted to know and I just nodded, which made them all nod and I was glad that no one seemed to notice that I hadn't been listening.

"I always find this conversation tiring and I hardly listen," Anjelika whispered seductively in my ear and rose a little, only to then sit down on me with her legs apart and look at my face. "We have a private room upstairs," she whispered, and I ran my hand through her hair once to play with one of her brown strands.

They were the same color as Keeva's except my wife's were softer and this one was kind of like dry straw.

"So?" she asked, beginning to put her hand on my pants. I would have loved to take all my frustration and anger out on her, but it just disgusted me to feel her hand on my cock where only a woman should have her hand.

And the thought that Keeva seemed to already have me tight by my balls made me even angrier!

I let my hand slide over her breasts, pulled the buttocks even tighter onto my lap and when I then wrapped my fingers around her hair and pulled her head back a little, an almost irresistible moan came out of her.

"So that's what you're into," she said with a grin and was about to put her lips on mine when I suddenly saw Keeva looking at me from below. Her eyes, which fixed me, her perfect breasts, which she tried to hide so embarrassed, and without me being able to do anything about it, I grabbed this Anjelika by the neck and thus forced her to get up to sit up myself.

"Piss off, kindly!"

I spat those words in her face with such contempt that she looked up at me in shock and at the same moment I felt the barrel of a gun on the back of my head.

"Let go of the woman!" A dark voice warned me and, looking at Anjelika's eyes, I slowly let go of her and raised my hands a bit in surrender, then quickly turned around and snatched his gun from the asshole.

"And now?" I gave him a dirty grin and held the barrel right in front of his nose, which made me see the sheer panic in his eyes.

And he was really Russian?

"Rian!" I heard my father, but I didn't take my eyes off the guy in front of me.

"You aimed for my head, what kind of man would I be if I didn't punish that?"

There was no emotion in my voice and I aimed right at his crotch, then took a deep breath and pulled the trigger without batting an eyelid.

He was immediately shouting all sorts of Russian insults, and as I watched him collapse and curse, a faint smile ensnared my lips until suddenly I heard several guns unlock behind me.

I turned to see my father and Odran aiming at the Russians and the Russians aiming at us as the women walked away from the round table in fear.

"Down with your guns," sounded a voice behind me and when I turned to her, I immediately recognized Yuri, who was in charge here and at his words, all Russians immediately put down their guns.

He really was a fucked up motherfucker, but we grew up together and our moms were best friends. Still, he would put a bullet in me if I had to, and I knew that for sure.

"Hello, Rian," he greeted me with a hug and then looked around the room, where tension was still highest, before glancing at the whimpering guy who was sitting against the wall holding his balls. If there were any...

"What do you mean?" Yuri said calmly, lighting a cigar. "Having put a gun to your head, did he deserve to die?"

I looked at Juri, who calmly puffed on his cigar and, as always, had combed his dark blond hair back. His white shirt was completely unbuttoned and even his belt was unbuckled, giving only a hint of what he had been doing until he heard the shot from me.

"I think it's enough if he never gets to fuck again," I said calmly and then looked at the guy whose hands were more and more covered in blood on his balls.

"You're getting soft, brother," said Yuri with a raised eyebrow and I immediately looked deep into his blue eyes, while the guy next to me kept shouting "no!" and Yuri, without even looking, put a bullet in his head head hunted.

"So, and now let's talk about business!"

KEEVA

"I'd better go," I breathed, embarrassed, trying not to look at Jake or Senan, who I was starting to feel really trapped between.

"Are you sure?" I heard Jake and then felt his hand slowly running down my arm while Senan filled another glass.

"Have a drink."

He held out the glass and I was so dizzy I couldn't have dreamed of taking another sip.

"No thanks," I said quietly and got up carefully, only to sway slightly at first.

"Oh, Keeva," Jake suddenly grabbed my waist and wanted to sit me on his lap, but I suddenly regained my strength, turned around to face him and smacked him, causing him to gasp in shock.

"Touch me one more time and you won't have any hands!"

Angry at his intrusiveness, I fixed him and then looked at Senan, who apparently also found it super funny.

"And to you! I'm your brother's wife and not one of those tarts you keep bringing in! What's the shit you guys do with me?"

I stood in front of them with my arms crossed and tried to cope with the alcohol until Senan also came up to me and grabbed my hand.

"We were just kidding," he tried to explain the last hours full of alcohol, smoke and tasteless advances, but suddenly I could only shake my head in disappointment.

"I wasn't feeling well and I thought I could be comfortable with you, but I have to agree with Rian, you're a complete idiot and I'm just naive enough to expect anything else from you."

My eyes met his briefly and I could almost see how bad he felt, but I didn't want to feel sorry for him right now. I felt bad enough myself...

"Come on, Nero. We're going."

Without exchanging a single word with the two, I ran out of this foggy room and only took a deep breath in the hallway, before making my way downstairs, swaying slightly.

I was so hot I thought I was on fire and felt like everything was spinning around me.

"Shit alcohol," I regretted the last few hours and then hastily opened the patio door to inhale the fresh sea air.

A security guard immediately looked at me with concern and I staggered a little towards him.

"Take my dog for a walk. I can't walk you down stairs."

He nodded in agreement, fortunately didn't object either and immediately disappeared downstairs with Nero, while I looked up at the night sky and, looking at the stars, got the funny feeling that I was about to throw up.

Then I took a deep breath, held my pounding head, and looked straight ahead at the lighted pool, which suddenly felt like a release from the sweltering heat.

Without thinking about anything else, I took off my leggings and sat on the edge of the pool in my panties and t-shirt, just putting my feet in the soothing cold until I felt how good it was and me completely sink in.

Having a pool like this at home had its advantages! Especially if you had drunk almost a whole bottle of home-made.

With a sigh, I floated onto my back in the water, closed my eyes and just enjoyed feeling freer than ever in this moment.

There were no more worries, no more doubts and no more evil thoughts.

Just me, my slight dizziness and the intoxication of the alcohol, which took me completely.

"So Mrs. Gal-"

I turned around and was just able to stand with my toes in the water to look straight into the guard's staring eyes.

"You'd better go back down the stairs," I warned him, slowly swimming to the edge of the pool to get rid of my t-shirt as well...

The guy was gone faster than I could see. Only Nero stayed behind, who immediately came running to me at the edge of the pool and happily wagged his rod .

"Come in," I laughed at his apparent delight and splashed him with water several times, making him run back and forth wildly.

"Coward."

I grinned at him, but when I suddenly heard the door inside and Nero also turned around, I just widened my eyes in shock and ran my fingers through my wet hair.

"Keeva?" I heard Rian's voice, who also came out to the terrace at the same moment and stared at me in irritation. Odran came out right behind him, but when Rian's eyes fell on my clothes, he immediately turned to his brother.

"Go in," he said to him in his cold tone, and just as I was about to put my arms on the edge of the pool and stand up, he pointed a warning finger at me.

"Don't you get out of there now!"

He gave me a serious look, but I just glared at him with a grin, biting my lower lip.

"Why? Is that too much pressure for you?" I asked provocatively and got up a little further so that the two almost had a view of my breasts.

That was definitely too much alcohol the last few hours.

"Odran, fuck off!" He got louder and immediately disappeared inside with Nero, while Rian stared at me angrily. "What the shit, Keeva!?"

"It doesn't concern you. I hope you had a lot of fun with the »escort lady«! By the way, you still have lipstick on your collar!"

Angry, I turned around in the water and swam to the other side, but he ran around the pool at the same time and then suddenly stood right where I came, crouching down in front of me.

"That's not lipstick, that's blood," he let me know, cupping my chin in the process. "And no, I wasn't having fun."

"Nice for you," I said, still annoyed about this whole evening and the situation after our sex. I wanted to swim away again, avoiding another argument, but he grabbed my arm and suddenly grinned at me, reluctantly causing those comfortable butterflies in my stomach once more.

Such a full ass!